Finnegan
My very slutty woman pushed my throbbing cock upward with one hand and leaned in closer, trapping my heavy balls between her soft, warm breasts.
I about died. The sensation was devastating. Her warm, pillowy tits surrounded my sensitive balls while she kept fondling and massaging the base of my shaft with her other hand.
I choked on a groan, head falling back against the cave wall. My balls drew up tight and full almost instantly, pressure building so fast I could barely breathe.
"Abigail—baby, I’m gonna cum," I warned in a strained voice, hips twitching helplessly.
Every muscle in my body was locked tight as I fought the edge. "You’re gonna make me blow if you keep doing that."
She gazed up at me with a wild look in her eyes, lips parted, tongue flicking out to lick a long, slow stripe up my cock while her breasts continued working my balls in that perfect, slippery rhythm.
"I want it," she whispered, her voice husky and dripping with lust. "I want you to cum all over me, Finnegan. Cover my tits. Paint me with it. I love feeling how heavy and full you get for me... how much you need me. Mhmm, let go, baby. Give me every drop."
The words hit me like a lightning strike. My balls throbbed between her soft breasts; the pressure was unbearable.
I was right there on the edge, cock pulsing wildly against her tongue as she kept licking and stroking me. This woman was going to be the death of me.
And I’d die happy. Abigail kept working her soft, heavy breasts around my balls, massaging them in that perfect, slippery rhythm while her hand stroked the base of my cock.
The pressure in my balls became unbearable—tight, aching, ready to explode.
"Abigail... fuck, I’m cumming!"
The first powerful spurt shot out of my cock, thick ropes of white cum painting across her beautiful face and neck. It landed on her cheek, her jaw, dripping down her throat in messy streaks.
She moaned like it was the best thing she’d ever felt, her eyes half-lidded with pure lust as more cum kept pulsing out of me. Before I could catch my breath, she wrapped her hand tight around my throbbing shaft and jerked me harder, aiming the swollen head straight at her parted lips.
"Give it to me," she gasped, voice hoarse and needy. "I want every drop down my throat, baby."
Another thick load shot directly into her open mouth. She moaned loudly around it, the sound vibrating through my cock as she swallowed greedily, tongue swirling over the head to catch more.
Cum overflowed her lips, dripping down her chin and onto her glistening breasts.The sight broke what little control I had left.
My hand left the wall, and I grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back just enough to keep her mouth open.
Then I pushed my still-spurting cock between her lips and sank deep into her throat in one rough thrust.


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